***COMPLETED*** Sky's home life was a little piece of hell on earth. She often had to fight past the pain, but she always found a way to become stronger. When Jake came into her life, he changed everything. She knew from the start that theirs would not be a fairytale romance. They came from two different worlds but could Jake find a way to make her part of his? ******** The thought of him going to the other room and leaving me, literally made my body ache, didn't he know how much I needed him? I wasn't going down without a fight. Slipping my t-shirt off of my shoulder, I gave him my best pouty face and pleaded with him, "You wouldn't leave me all alone in this big, cold bed would you?" He shot me a look that I can only describe as a warning, "Fight fair Sky, I am only human!"

❝𝙄'𝙢 𝙩𝙚𝙡𝙡𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙮𝙤𝙪, 𝙄'𝙢 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙛𝙖𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧, 𝙃𝙖𝙧𝙧𝙮.❞ ❝𝙊𝙝, 𝙚𝙧- 𝙬𝙤𝙬. 𝙄'𝙫𝙚 𝙣𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧 𝙝𝙖𝙙 𝙤𝙣𝙚 𝙗𝙚𝙛𝙤𝙧𝙚.❞ ❝𝙃𝙖𝙧𝙧𝙮, 𝙣𝙤-❞ ℌarry Potter has been the chosen one for as long as he could remember. Not that he minded. Besides fighting Lord Voldemort every year and nearly dying while being at it, he quite liked the attention he received from being the 'chosen one'. Though this year, he's starting to wonder why he couldn't just jump off the astronomy tower. Foolish of him to wish for a normal school year. No, he just had to be chosen for the Triwizard Tournament. And if his life couldn't get any weirder, he just also had to run into his teenage father and his friends from sixteen years ago. 𝓸𝓻 𝕴𝖓 𝖜𝖍𝖎𝖈𝖍 𝕿𝖍𝖊 𝕸𝖆𝖗𝖆𝖚𝖉𝖊𝖗𝖘 𝖆𝖈𝖈𝖎𝖉𝖊𝖓𝖙𝖆𝖑𝖑𝖞 𝖋𝖎𝖓𝖉 𝖙𝖍𝖊𝖒𝖘𝖊𝖑𝖛𝖊𝖘 𝖎𝖓 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖋𝖚𝖙𝖚𝖗𝖊 𝖜𝖎𝖙𝖍 𝖆 𝖇𝖗𝖔𝖐𝖊𝖓 𝖙𝖎𝖒𝖊 𝖙𝖚𝖗𝖓𝖊𝖗. {Harry Potter x oc}

{𝘉𝘖𝘖𝘒 𝘖𝘕𝘌 𝘖𝘍 𝘛𝘏𝘌 𝘓𝘖𝘝𝘌𝘓𝘌𝘚𝘚 𝘛𝘙𝘐𝘓𝘖𝘎𝘠} Ria Romano knew hurt like the back of her hand. She was dealt her fair share of bad cards, more than anyone so young should have to face. A cynical girl riddled with the remnants of her past, a shattered sort of soul. She concealed like it was second nature; her instinct being to suppress. She'd offer you a cigarette with a shrug while you were crying because she never was too great with affection. She didn't smile so often but when she did and it was directed at you, you'd never feel such satisfaction. I was told Aria preferred to be alone, isolated; clouding her mind with inhales of her cigarette and drowning it in alcohol. Until she was dealt her good card, out of the pack of bad. They had a love beautiful enough to last a lifetime, the type directors desire to capture and authors aspire to write. Two souls, shattered by the cruelty of the world time and time again with flames that rekindled each others. They were each other's oxygen. They breathed life back into each other, those two insomniacs. <3